Once when I had 5 chickens, 1 died. I buried it.
Next morning, not 4 chooks in the coop but 5 again, all Rhode Island Reds.
Turns out someone else’s chook escaped and some neighbours assumed it was ours, locked it up in our coop.
Anyway, that resurrected chook confused me for a while.
At 18 years old on a night out a stole a plant pot from a random house's front garden. It lived in my car boot for a year. I then decided to return it one night but dropped it, shattering it on their garden path. God knows what the people who lived there thought was happening
